Realising that Marcia had been doing the same thing as Livia, but out in the open, Tony evened things by beating up Marcia too. Tony wasn’t going to be made a monkey of by her, so he searched and found all her contraceptive pills, flushed them away and had his way with her over and over during the week that she was ‘indisposed’.
Marcia screamed that he hemmed her in. Tony made it clear that unless she kept her mouth shut, his network was wide and deep, and she might find her style really cramped, ‘like in a car crusher!’
Livia, whose instinct normally kept her out of trouble, had misjudged things badly. After Tony’s visit, she had nobody she could to talk to, certainly not Terry. So she dealt with it all by talking to Luka while he was sleeping. He wouldn’t understand what she was talking about… not yet, she figured.
Luka was a smart boy who eventually would work out what his mum had been mumbling about. But not right now.
The strange thing was that despite the beating Tony gave Livia, she was even more attracted to him. The same couldn’t be said for Marcia though.
As he’d beaten her, Tony had explained to Livia he was within an inch of strangling her, but out of respect for Terry, who for some crazy reason still adored her, and despite what she’d done, he stopped short. Tony told her she was going to be under his beady eye for the foreseeable future and if she was smart, she would give Terry the second child he wanted. She agreed, somewhat nervously, and the price of her survival was to tell nobody about what had gone on, even her best friends.
Because if it got out, she was dead.
The way Tony had explained things made it clear to Terry that Livia had taken a beating. He had no idea what would greet him when he got home. He needn’t have worried, because Livia had locked herself away and wouldn’t speak to him.
Grudgingly Terry accepted the need for Livia to be punished and was grateful that Tony hadn’t done any worse, like killing her, and he’d avoided her face. Terry loved Livia’s face and he didn’t want a constant visual reminder of what had transpired.
Days later, he drew a line in the sand with Livia. Sort of.
Later in the day, and before he had left for home, Tony called Terry over, gave him a hug and carefully explained that nobody was going to ‘treat his brother this fucking way’ and that Livia had needed to be ‘taught a lesson’.
“I had to explain to her Terry that we don’t do things like that in our family. I had to explain firmly, very firmly,” said Tony. “She’ll be fine. And she got the message… just give her a few days… and I ain’t touched her face Terry, I ain’t touched her face!”
Terry was stunned, but relieved.
After he'd placated Terry the best he could, and kept him off the scent that he, Tony, might have been sniffing around Livia, Tony started to deal with the realisation that he too had been dragged into her deception. He was livid. He had been used by her in a way that forced him to break his code of loyalty.
He went to have a quiet word with Livia. His words were very quiet, but the beating he gave her was quite savage, avoiding at all times her pretty face. He chose a treatment that wouldn't show... on the outside.
"I can't give her the beating she probably deserves. It just ain't me!" complained Terry.
"I know, I know," said Tony "But you know what she did and said shouldn’t go unpunished.”
“Yeah, but I did tear the place apart and found all her fucking pills and I’ll be on the lookout for more. I'll check in places she'll never believe! She's not going to do that to me again. ”
“I’ll have a quiet word with her Terry. I don’t think she’ll dare try those pills again for a long time, even if she manages to keep some hidden!"
After listening quietly, attentively, Tony said.
"You know Livia and I don't get on so well. lt don’t surprise me she says that stuff. But it’s a row, just bloody words mate. We all have ‘em. I admit what she said and how she said it sounds really shitty, but I’m sure you gave her a belting and maybe she'll learn her lesson from it!”
“No, that’s the thing Tony. When it came to the crunch I couldn’t bear to hit her. After all this I still love her to bits!”
“I know you do Terry, I know you do."
Tony and Terry's relationship was very strong, but also rather complex. At the basic level there was great trust and loyalty between them. But, despite the fact that they were incredibly close, there was a huge distance between them. Most of the gap was related to the noticeable differences in the pecking order, the decision making, taking the lead and the respect given by others. But these differences had themselves begotten other, deeper emotional differences. They'd become loyal best friends, with tension.
As Terry opened up, Tony, feeling a combination of guilt, complicity and rage, somehow held himself in check.
After Livia's taunt regarding Tony's balls, irrespective of whether she had been at it with Tony, the mere fact that she might want to was dynamite. Either way, Terry was not about to go into battle with Tony; that would be foolish and, being a twin, he trusted his brother, who had only ever looked out for him. Livia was the bitch and she was hurting him, something he couldn’t do to her himself.
With nobody else to confide in, and preferring not to think or believe that his brother could have been screwing his wife, Terry talked to Tony.
That was all Livia said. It was all Livia needed to say. It was a taunt and one that was far too close to the truth. Years of staying in his place as Tony’s number two had built up a tension in Terry not consistent with the loyalty that Tony always afforded him. They say gratefulness is not a positive emotion; it's one of acknowledgement of debt. It’s more akin to hate than love on the emotional scale. Terry went absolutely mad, but fell short of striking her.
Whether he'd grasped that she and Tony had been screwing is uncertain.
In rows, things are said spontaneously, often unthinking. It's difficult under such stressful conditions to prevent oneself saying something that will take it to another level entirely. At Terry's mention of sharing eggs, Livia responded instinctively and spitefully.
“Well you'd know about sharing an egg, wouldn’t you Terry? The thing is though, although you and Tony were half an egg, Tony is twice the man that you are Terry, and he’s got real balls!”
“You sound like you know first-hand about Tony’s balls!”
Livia shouldn’t have said what she did then. It was a game changer. “Maybe I do!”
Livia was careless one morning, leaving her pills out next to her glass of water on her bedside table. Up until then she’d been very careful about tucking them away somewhere Terry would never look - the bottom of her tin of tampons.
In a heated row that evening about her trying to prevent herself getting pregnant, Terry just let his feelings out. “You and fucking Marcia are both the same. Fucking precious about your bodies and utterly fucking selfish about your fucking eggs. Marriage is a partnership, Livia, about sharing everything. That includes decisions and sharing your fucking eggs too!”
They say that sometimes deceivers in love allow themselves to be found out, to bring things to a head and gain their freedom. Whether or not Livia was complicit in Terry discovering her stash of contraceptive pills and realising how she'd deceived him is questionable. She had started to feel that despite his strong loyalty to Terry her husband and his brother, she now had Tony under her spell. It was Tony who was wanting more of her. He was demanding her twice a week now. He was nicer to her. He had been unwittingly entrapped.
Or so she thought.
Determined that he wouldn't have a fertility problem too, but privately concerned lest it be the case, Tony kept trying. He was starting not only to enjoy the trying process, but also his opinion softened dramatically towards Livia; entranced, he almost became obsessively attracted to her. Almost. He certainly looked forward to their surreptitious meetings. Exciting!
Given Marcia’s general hostility towards him, he felt totally justified in these off-limits pleasures, although he was also burdened with an extreme conflict of loyalties towards his brother. It was this that might make his patience brittle and bring things to a head.
While Tony was starting to relax and enjoy the process, Livia was continuing to pop her contraceptive pills. She knew that at some point in the future, after a few months of failure to fertilise, Tony might lose patience with her and hold her to blame for the failure to 'click'.
So her strategy was to keep him interested, to lure him in so that he wouldn't see her as the problem but rather to build his inner fears that, like Terry, he himself might have a problem. After all, he'd never had the chance to find out with Marcia...
Tony was no match for Livia's brand of manipulation. She was cunning by being direct. She didn't use the mewing, puckering and pouting that so many other women turned on - the kind of approach that a ruthless bastard like Tony would knock away, probably literally. Livia used apparent honesty and reason. That was what pushed Tony's buttons.
So the following week, he tried to lighten up and give it all a bit more time. And for her part, Livia gave him more of the kind of physical attention that most red-blooded men would find irresistible.
Tony started enjoying it.
"We haven't given it a chance Tony", said Livia "and it's hardly a relaxed atmosphere we're operating in, is it?"
"What do you mean?" asked Tony, slightly more quizzical.
"Well I know you don't like me, but do you always have to make it crystal clear... like when we're doing it? Women have to relax to make nature work properly you know."
"Who says I don't like you?" asked Tony.
"You do, with your looks, your harsh words and your disinterest. You don't have to find me attractive..."
"Horseshit! You're a stunner!"
"Well you could treat me like one...for now!"
The credit Tony was allowing Livia was short-lived as in the third week, her period started and it was clear she wasn't pregnant. Tony was angry and that week was all for calling the whole plan off. But Livia's innate skills came out to play again. She urged him not to be so hasty, that it was unusual for women to fall pregnant immediately.
"The casual teenage one-night-stand sex resulting in a girl immediately getting up the duff is not the norm. Nature takes time. It demands time!" she argued.
"But I ain't got time!" ranted Tony.
So once a week for the next two weeks Livia and Tony slept together, although sleeping wasn't built into the activity. Neither was anything remotely approximating to passion. Livia wasn't remotely worried about that, yet.
As far as Tony was concerned, he still didn't really like LIvia, and yet he warmed to her somewhat as he gave her credit for coming up with what seemed to be a brilliant scheme. It would give Terry what he so desperately wanted and it would provide him his own true heir, even if he and Livia would be the only ones to know.